We have now reached another milestone in our family's history where we no longer require the hiring of baby sitters.
In the "good ol' days," men didn't participate in child care much, smoking was good for you and a whole car cost about $43.
A toast from my wedding: "We know Len has found the perfect woman for him. She thinks she knows almost as much as Len thinks he knows."
I have sleepwalked twice in my life.
Before her breakthrough, star-making performance in 1978's "Smokey and the Bandit," Sally Field was featured in a television program in the late 1960s called "The Flying Nun."
There are two reasons why the 2013 "film" "Grown Ups 2" made $133 million at the box office while actual movies like "Pulp Fiction" and "Clear and Present Danger" made millions less.
It is a little known fact that Patrick Henry's "Give me liberty or give me death" edict was not a spontaneous outburst verbalizing his desire for independence but rather his demanding calling card.
Baseball was my first love.
I was on the couch, chewing on a straw, watching the zillionth commercial where a middle-aged man takes a pill and he's suddenly happy as all get-out, when my 11-year-old son approached my throne.
We were an hour into our conversation when I realized it.
If heaven ain't a lot like Georgia, I bet George Washington Carver is really sulking right now.
I don't watch television much, according to this week's column.
My father-in-law would sometimes tell of a story of an obituary he read once.
It was like deja vu all over again.
This, as stated above, is an open letter to the person who stole my jacket. While I don't know who you are exactly, you know who you are (I hope), and if you are the person who stole my jacket and are reading this, this open letter is directed at you (or someone who knows you and will turn you in).